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Genie Chronicles
(c)2005 Joe Brolly
joebrolly(at)gmail.com


The following piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. It
contains material of an adult, explicit, sexual nature. If you are
offended by sexually explicit content or language, or are not allowed to
read this type of material due to age, legal restrictions, or any other
reason, please DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER.

All characters and situations in this story are fictitious; any
similarity to any actual persons or situations is purely coincidental.
The author does not necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities
described in this story.

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All comments and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism can be directed to the e-mail
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Copyright 2005 Joe Brolly, all rights reserved.


Chapter 19

Wednesday afternoon's meeting was once again attended by Nick, Susan and
Alice on the FI side, and Jack and Jennifer. Nick began things by asking
for an update on the website.

"Well," Jack replied, "we are finished with taking the demonstration
photos of the products and writing the supporting instructional text.
This evening Jennifer and I will post the last few, taken this morning,
and then everything will be available on the website."

"Great! How's the traffic on the new site?"

"From what I can tell by comparing the current stats with what stats are
available from the old website, it looks like visitor hits are up
roughly fifteen percent so far, and that's without any advertising
regarding your new look and direction."

Nick turned to Susan. "And how about actual purchases?"

Susan smiled, which appeared to surprise Nick and Alice a bit. "Also up
a roughly corresponding fifteen percent. They're up even higher for
things like batteries." She smiled at Jack. He grinned back.

"That's fantastic, guys. Wonderful job so far. What's next?"

"Well, we were planning to get started on the video clips tomorrow
morning. As I mentioned previously, that will probably take another week
or week and a half."

"Hmmmm. Ok, so it would be safe to say that the website will be up and
running with all planned content in two weeks?" Nick asked.

"Yes, I think we can safely say that, although that might change a bit
depending on the results of this meeting."

"Understood. We need to start planning our marketing push. Jack, Susan
and I have discussed it, and we definitely want you to help us with our
advertising campaign for the new site and our new direction, if you are
still willing and available, that is."

"Absolutely!" Jack enthused.

"Great. We'll set up another meeting to discuss that, because right now
I want to see your presentation of this miraculous new product your
associate is offering to us," Nick said.

"Very well. Might I suggest a quick break while I go grab my materials,
and you guys grab the simulators from wherever you have them stashed?"

Susan spoke up, "I've got them in my office. Jennifer, would you mind
helping me get them? I don't know that I can carry both of them and all
the extra paraphernalia."

"Sure!" Jennifer hopped up lithely.

"Ok. Fifteen minute break, everyone. And no wandering off and getting
tied up in a phone call or anything!" Nick said with only partially mock
severity.

Jack took a quick whiz, grabbed his laptop, small video projector and a
few other items, and returned to the conference room. He had just
finished plugging everything up, turning it on, and setting up his
'stunt cock', a 'realistic' rubber penis mounted on a stand at crotch
height, when everyone streamed back in.

"Well, this certainly looks interesting." Nick said, eyeing the
presentation setup, demo cock, and simulators that Susan and Jennifer
were placing on the table.

"What, no real-life demonstration Jack?" Alice asked, nodding at the
stand with a naughty grin.

Jack was barely successful in not giving a tell-tale glance at Susan as
he grinned back and replied, "It's hard to make a coherent presentation
while experiencing one of these things, um, doing its thing. Maybe we
can arrange a personal demonstration with a willing test subject later."

"Well, if the hints I have heard about this thing are anywhere near
accurate, Nick would be stupid not to carry it, and I'm sure you'll put
one of those video thingies for it on the website. Just make sure you
tell me when you are shooting the video for this thing and _I'll_ wander
by the photo booth."

"I'll come get you personally, Alice," Jennifer said in a conspiratorial
stage whisper. For some reason that made Jack a bit nervous.

Jack began with the same demonstration he gave Susan, substituting the
rubber stunt cock for his own. At the end he gave the same offer and
pricing requirements as he had to Susan, and Nick had pretty much the
same reaction. "I just don't know if we can accept that restriction,
Jack," Nick concluded.

Jack grinned. "You haven't seen the accessories, yet."

"True, but I really can't see how that can make too much difference."

"Well, I gave Susan one example of the type of marketing we are
suggesting," Jack explained the console video game sales model to Nick
and Alice. "Another similar example is inkjet printers. Many personal
inkjet printers sell for incredibly cheap prices, because where the
companies make their money is on the replacement ink cartridges. I have
actually seen printers, which come with one black and one color
cartridge in the box, sell for less than a pair of replacement black and
color cartridges."

"So you are saying that there will be ongoing accessories for this thing
that will continue to bring in revenue?"

"Yes. Let me show you a few. I'll start with the basic and obvious,
first."  Jack removed the stunt cock, and then indicated the remaining
stand. "This is actually a stand for the simulator." He grabbed the
black simulator and attached it to the stand. "As you can see, its angle
and height are adjustable to accommodate pretty much anyone." He removed
the simulator and center pole from the stand, and then placed the base
of the stand on the table. "The base has four legs. These two legs
extend out quite a bit further than the other pair. The user should
position himself between these two longer legs, as that makes the stand
more stable when the simulator, uh, sucks him in. Also, each leg goes
almost straight up for about a foot before angling in to the center of
the base." Jack attached the simulator to the stand base and pointed it
almost straight down. "This also allows the base to be used to suspend
the simulator over a prone user, say while lying in bed, and can, again,
accommodate almost anyone." He looked at Nick. "This should cost you
around twenty five bucks, with no maximum selling price limit. Yes, it's
a one time purchase, but we figure most buyers of the unit will want
one."

Jack grabbed a couple of plastic bottles next. "Refill 'saliva' and
'mouthwash.' The simulator will operate with regular water as saliva,
but it doesn't feel nearly as good, surprisingly. The unit can detect if
real 'simulator mouthwash' is in the reservoir, though, and won't
function without it. Regular mouthwash won't work. Saliva is three bucks
your cost, mouthwash, five. The use of saliva is variable, but a bottle
of mouthwash this size should be good for about a dozen cleanings. The
inventor is also willing to supply larger 'economy sizes' of bottles if
you want." He paused.  "Questions so far?" Seeing there were none, Jack
grinned. "Now for the fun part."

Moving the simulator mounted on the stand base to the center of the
table and readjusting the unit so it was horizontal, Jack slowly rotated
it so that everyone could see what he was pointing at on the unit's
back. "These two little receptacles are USB ports, just like the one I
plugged my hard drive into on your web server the other day. There are
actually three on here, the remote is plugged into the third one. These
remaining two offer lots of exciting possibilities. The main one is what
I'm going to show you now." Jack hooked up a cable leading from his
laptop to one of the ports, then turned on the projector.

"What you see is a software package that can be use to control the
simulator. It has two modes; basic mode and power user mode. Basic mode
offers an attractive and user-friendly interface that mimics the
functionality of the remote, plus adds a few additional features. The
first additional feature is these on-screen sliders that allow you to
adjust the intensity of a particular action rather than holding a button
down on the remote. This gives you much finer control. Another cool
feature is this timeline, a graphic representation of what actions are
happening when, and for how long. So, if I press 'start' to begin the
sample sequence," he pressed the button on-screen, "you can see the
simulator doing its thing while watching the little indicator travel
along the corresponding timeline.  The user can adjust how long a
particular action in a sequence lasts simply by dragging its start or
end point up or down the timeline. The rest of the sequence adjusts
accordingly."

Jack clicked another button, and the screen changed. "This is power user
mode. It offers the same functionality as basic, plus it adds almost
infinite control of each individual movement that the unit can perform.
For instance, it allows you to program not only the  general movements
of the tongue that the remote control and basic mode do, but also gives
fine control over each portion of the tongue in order to create some
very specific movements or actions. It allows that same level of control
for the whole unit. It's fairly complex, and not for the casual user,
although there are extensive help files available. However, with some
patience, the possibilities are infinite in creating almost any mouth
and tongue action that a human is capable of, and probably quite a few
that aren't."

Jack looked at his audience, to find their interest much more piqued by
this latest 'accessory'. "The software will cost you fifty dollars per
license. As you would be the only supplier of the simulator, we can set
it up so that the serial number of the purchaser's unit is encrypted
into the copy of the software before we send it to them, making it so
that the copy will only work with that unit, preventing piracy. The
software allows you to save as many of the scenarios as you want, so I
suggest setting up a community site within your main website where users
can upload, trade and discuss their favorite custom made scenarios."

"Would we charge for that?" Nick asked.

"You could, I suppose, but I suggest not. It wouldn't take too many
resources, and would build a good reputation with your customers, plus
it will bring in lots of repeat traffic to the site. We can place ads or
product announcements on the community page. That does segue into the
next item, though."

"There's more?" Susan asked, surprised.

"Yep. I don't have it yet, but there will be another software package.
This one won't be for sale, at least not initially, and probably not
ever. It can be used, through video motion capture and bio-feedback, to
record an actual, um, oral sex encounter. That encounter can then be
played back with the first software package, just like any other
scenario."

"That sounds incredible, Jack, but if it isn't for sale, what good is
it?" Susan asked. Nick, though, looked to be one step ahead, as he had
an excited expression.

"Are you familiar with the DVDs in your catalog that feature various
porn stars giving blow jobs, shot from the recipient's point of view?
You know, as if you are looking down at them sucking on 'you'?" Jack
asked.

"Yes," Susan replied. Jack had to suppress a grin at the thought that
she probably had much more of an interest in them than most women.

"Imagine if you could also feel what she was doing."

"Oh... holy shit! Oops, sorry," Susan apologized.

"Are you saying that the software can also incorporate video, too,
Jack?" Nick asked.

"Yes, although the setup is a bit complicated.  The motion capture can
be done with any high quality digital camcorder that can work with
infrared. Most of the ones with low light functionality do. The motion
capture is used to track both 'giver' and 'recipient', and requires that
small reflective dots be placed on both people for the software to
track. However, using infrared, these dots can be transparent, pretty
much invisible.

"The biofeedback sensors aren't quite so easy. They have to be applied
to various points on the 'giver's' face and neck. However, many of them
are below the jaw line and won't be seen from a top-down angle. The
software does a pretty good job of editing out the rest automatically
when it runs through a script combining the video with the simulator
scenario."

"So we could bring in porn stars, or..." Nick tapered off as he tried to
grasp the possibilities.

"Or anyone who is willing to be recorded giving oral sex. It would
actually need to be a couple rounds of oral sex, as you would want to
record a scenario with a couple different sizes and colors of penises.
The user software and the simulator are smart enough to take size into
account when running a program, but it would look odd having the unit
work on your six inch cock while you watch someone sucking on a ten inch
one, or your black one while she sucks on a white one. I say 'she', but
I guess you could also, you know..." Jack made a hand wave gesture
indicating that, 'you can pretty much figure out the rest of what I'm
saying for yourself, because I'm not into that personally.'

"How much will that software cost us?" Susan asked.

"The software is free. The creator asks for a third of whatever you
charge for any recorded scenarios and or video/scenario combinations you
sell. Remember, too, you don't _have_ to have video. You can do just the
recorded blow job itself. Those would probably sell for much less, of
course. You will need to buy the video cameras and other equipment, by
the way.

"Oh, and the only other stipulation is that you pay the 'performers'
fairly. The adult entertainment industry has a reputation for not
treating its performers well, and the inventor sees that as something
that should be improved. Perhaps they could be paid a percentage of each
copy of their scenarios sold? That might give them some incentive to do
their best, knowing that the better their scenario sells, the more money
they make."

"I think we could probably work something out. That fits in with our
desire to try to make this business more respectable. But what's to keep
those recorded scenarios from being traded just like the user-created
ones?" Nick asked.

"We can set up these scenarios to play only on the purchaser's unit,
just like the user software. The user-created files can play on any
unit."

"Gotcha. Wow, that's a lot to absorb Jack... that is all, isn't it?"

"Nope. There will also be a pair of fairly inexpensive 3D glasses
comprised of two small LCD screens, one for each eye. The video portion
of the scenario can be shot with two video cameras and combined by the
recording software into a 3D video that the user can enjoy with the
glasses. It will be much more enjoyable than watching the action on a
computer screen, and way more realistic. The end-user software will be
able to handle that 3D video, and even stream it to the glasses via USB.
Also, there will be a sensor attached to an elastic band which will go
around the base of the user's testicles. Worn correctly, it can detect
when the user is about to ejaculate, and trigger the end of the
sequence, so the user doesn't have to press the 'Now!' button manually.
I don't have any details on availability or cost on either of those
items yet, though." Jack paused. "Any other questions?"

Alice, who had been silent so far, raised her hand. "I don't pretend to
understand all this tech stuff, although what I do understand sounds
really exciting," she grinned, "especially the recording the video part.
What I'm wondering is, can this thing be used on women?"

Jack was surprised to realize that he actually hadn't considered this,
yet. Thinking quickly, he answered, "Yes, it can, with certain
limitations. The main one is that this unit can't tilt up and down in a
'licking' motion, as is common for oral sex on a woman. The inventor,
being a rather reclusive and nerdy guy, didn't have any women around for
his initial development, so couldn't really test and perfect that. His
thinking is that, if this is as successful as he expects it to be, he
will be able to bring in some suitable test subjects to help him develop
a female version. However, as it will be more complex, it will also most
likely be a bit more expensive."

Alice grinned again. "Well, if he needs volunteers, sign me up." This
elicited a gasp from Susan, a chuckle from Nick, and a knowing grin from
Jennifer.

"Uh, will-do, Alice," Jack replied, trying not to imagine the plump
little grandmotherly woman using a female simulator. He cleared his
throat. "Until that time, we could probably record a couple of female
scenarios using the recording software and offer them, perhaps for free,
as a kind of appetizer to the release of the female version."

Nick, Susan and Alice asked a few more questions, then Nick gave a big
sigh. "Well, I've gotta say, you've sold me, Jack. I don't think we can
pass this up. I think you had Susan sold on Friday, and from the kid-in-
a-candy-store grin on Alice's face, it looks like she's all in." Alice
gave an enthusiastic nod. "So, where do we go from here?"

"Well, come up with your initial order, and we'll work it up and send it
to my friend. He has set up a business called Techrotica Inc., and as
long as you want you will be his only client. The inventory will arrive
in plain boxes. It will be up to you, us, to come up with product names,
box art, etc."

"Wow. He must really trust us if he's going to allow us to actually name
his product," Nick commented.

Jack nodded. "He does. This will pretty much be _your_ product."

"And I assume also our liability if something goes wrong with a unit?"
from Susan.

Jack shrugged. "He will replace any unit that is returned as defective,
either out of the box, or due to normal wear and tear during the first
three months after purchase by the original owner. Beyond that, all of
the products are extremely safe. Someone would have to be colossally
stupid to get hurt. So stupid that it should be blindingly obvious that
it was their fault, and not the product's." Jennifer's powers would see
to that. Still, Nick and Susan seemed a bit concerned, and discussed it
in low tones for a moment until Alice interrupted.

"How is this any different from all the crap we get from China and those
other B.F.E. places? They sure don't take the blame when something goes
wrong. At least this stuff _isn't_ crap. Besides, I thought we had
insurance to cover this sort of thing."

At this Nick and Susan shared a 'what the hell' shrug. "Ok, Jack, we'll
put together an order. Give Susan the contact info on where to send it.
Just to recap, the products that are available now are the simulator
itself, the stand, the liquid refills, and the user software, is that
correct?"

"Yes, that's it so far."

"And he doesn't want to do a credit check or anything before setting up
and account for us?

Jack smiled. "No, as I said, he trusts you guys."

"Okay. So if we get the order sent to him in the next day or so, what
timeframe are we looking at?"

"Ummm, probably about a week."

"Wow, that's pretty quick. It looks like we need to get going on the
packaging and marketing for this thing. Can we get the dimensions for
the plain boxes so that we can start designing box art, stuff like
that?"

"Yes, I'll check with him. I should have that later today."

"Okay. Can you help us with the product artwork?"

"Sure. I'll even do it for free."

"Well that's very generous of you Jack." Nick smiled a lopsided smile.
"Something tells me you aren't doing all of this out of the goodness of
your heart."

Jack smiled back. "Nope, I get a fairly decent commission from
Techrotica Inc. for the products sold."

"Uh, huh. Plus, if this does well, it's fairly certain to get you some
commission from us, too."

Jack just shrugged and continued to smile. Nick looked at him for a long
moment, then shrugged, as well. "It seems like there ought to be some
double-dipping conflict of interest here, but I can't really find any
room to complain. If you make lots of money, that means we are making
lots more. I'm ok with that. I do have one other question, though."

"Yes?"

"Are we ever going to meet this mysterious inventor friend of yours?"

"Probably not. He's quite reclusive."

"Uh, huh. Very well. Let's get this ball rolling. How is this going to
affect our timetable for finishing up the website and starting our
marketing campaign?" Nick asked

"Well, as I see it, there are three things we need to complete; one, get
the video of the various products for which we are posting demo clips
shot, edited, and posted on the website; two, get the box art and other
marketing materials for the simulator designed and printed - in the case
of the boxes - or posted - in the case of the website; and three,
discuss and create the marketing materials for your promotion of the new
website and new direction for FI.

As we discussed earlier, the video clips will probably take a bit more
than a week. The design of the box art and marketing materials should
take, oh, three days to complete, after which the printing of the boxes
should take another week and a half, perhaps two, depending on the
printer's schedule. That week and a half is out of our hands, though.
So, you asked me earlier if the website could be done in two weeks. I
would say that we should be able to complete the web site and the
simulator artwork and promo materials in two weeks. After that we can
work on the marketing for the new website promotion while the printer
does their thing. How does that sound?"

Sounds like a plan to me, Jack. Susan? Alice?" Both ladies nodded their
heads in agreement. "Great!" Nick paused, "Is there anything else we
need to discuss this afternoon?" When no one said anything, he
continued, "Alright, then, thanks everyone. Let's get to it."

The meeting broke up, and Susan, Jack, and Jennifer returned to Jack and
Jennifer's 'office.' "Well, it's getting fairly late in the afternoon.
Do we have time to start working on the demo videos?" Susan asked,
sounding a bit hopeful.

"By the time we get the equipment set up, it will almost be time to go
home. Why don't we hold off on that until the morning, and brainstorm a
bit on the art and stuff for the simulator? Don't forget, we need a
name, too." Jack replied.

"Okay, that sounds like a good idea." She managed to hide most of her
disappointment. They discussed some ideas for the remainder of the
afternoon, and then called it a day.

The next day was Thursday, and Jack would normally have spent the
morning at S&B, but Friday was the last one of the month, so he would be
going there Friday morning, instead, to update their website with the
latest pricing info. Therefore, Thursday morning found them setting up
to shoot video, Jack drawing on his newly-wished
cinematographer/videographer skills. As the wish had to be sexually
based, he was now dubiously happy to know that, if all other gainful
employment failed, he could always make a living as one of the best porn
cameramen in the industry.

So, after a few false starts while getting everything and everyone
working correctly, they spent a cock and nipple hardening day shooting
video of Jennifer succumbing to the attacks of toy after toy, made all
the more intense as the whole point was to show how to use them
correctly and/or to their best advantage. Productivity around the office
dropped precipitously as she drew a continual crowd. There were signs up
around the booth asking for quiet, so the only sounds to be heard
echoing through the warehouse were Jennifer's, which she did nothing to
subdue. They figured the it would make good background music to the
narration Jennifer would record later.

Finally, at five o'clock, Jack had to carry a limp Jennifer to the car
while she complained loudly about the overload of orgasms. When they got
to the car, she grinned conspiratorially, hopped out of his arms, and
scampered into the passenger seat.

"Ham," Jack accused.

She shrugged and continued grinning as she replied, "Hey, some of it was
true. I really did lose count of the orgasms not too long after lunch."

--------

Friday morning at eight found Jack once again at Smith and Brown,
meeting with Margaret. She actually had quite a bit of work for him to
do in addition to posting the latest pricing file, and he was hard
pressed to finish it all by lunch time.

After lunch he and Jennifer returned to FI to continue shooting video,
and to her sounds echoing through the warehouse drawing a constant
audience. Jack noticed at one point that Jamie, the receptionist, seemed
to have a particular interest in the goings-on. He figured it would be a
shame to interrupt Jennifer's current duel with a vibrating dildo with
rotating pleasure beads, so he made a mental note to ask her about it
later.

Near the end of the day, Jennifer again pestered Susan, this time until
she agreed to go shopping the next day. When Jack asked what she was up
to, Jennifer said it was time to get Susan out of her frumpy clothes,
and that just because she wanted to hide her endowment didn't mean she
shouldn't look as lovely as she could.

So, after a fairly mundane but nonetheless hot and satisfying wakeup 69
Saturday morning, Jennifer was off. Jack decided to walk a couple of
blocks to his favorite coffee shop for a cup, a bagel, and a paper. He
normally didn't drink coffee in the summer, and hadn't visited the shop
since Genie arrived, but the morning was cool and overcast, so he
figured what the hell. When he arrived, he grinned; perhaps he would
forgo the paper.

This particular coffee shop was one of several owned by a fairly large
and interesting family of Mediterranean immigrants. Jack was never
absolutely positive of the relationships, but as far as he could tell
there were three sisters; two quite attractive, one - the oldest -  not
so much. There was currently only one husband, who was married to the
'not so much', although he seemed to argue amiably with all three
equally.

All three sisters had children. The youngest sister, who looked to be in
her mid to late thirties, had fairly short, medium-brown hair, and was
slender, almost willowy, but had a very nice ass. She had a beautiful
raven-haired daughter in what appeared to be her late teens. The girl
was only about five feet tall, but had an incredible figure packed in
that fairly short frame. The only negative thing that Jack could say
about her was that the hair on her arms was a little dark for his
tastes.

The middle sister, who appeared to be around 40, was a bit more
curvaceous than her younger sibling, with dark brown hair, nice medium
round boobs, and a ready smile that crinkled her laugh-lines
attractively. A MILF, indeed. She had two children, one daughter and one
son. The daughter was around twenty, and had also received the
curvaceous gene in spades, nearly too much, perhaps. Her chest was large
and high, her waist narrow, and her ass quite full. It might have been
too full, except that she kept it in check - and incredibly round and
firm - through her athletic lifestyle, mostly by running. Completing her
particular package was a gorgeous head of long, uniquely cinnamon-brown
colored hair. Her brother, a couple of years younger, was as equally
attractive as his sister and cousins, if Jack's limited judgment,
combined with the looks that he had seen the guy receive from female
customers, were any indication.

Ironically, the daughter of the oldest sister and her husband was the
most strikingly beautiful of the younger generation. She was taller, but
had otherwise received the same raven hair and shapely figure as her
youngest cousin, perfectly ripened at twenty two or so, and without the
arm hair. There was no telling where she had gotten the exotically
shaped, green-tinted eyes, though.

Jack had always felt either sorry for or envious of the lone boy in the
family. Unless he was an absolute raging homosexual, the incestuous
urges bought on by living in such a close-knit family comprised of so
many gorgeous women had to have been overwhelming, and either he had
been able to satisfy those urges, or he hadn't.

On this particular Saturday morning Jack was pleased to find the middle
sister and her daughter manning the shop. "Hey, Jack! Where have you
been? Wherever it has been, it has done you good. You are looking
great!" Maria, the mother, said in her delicious accent.

"It's summertime! Too hot for coffee."

She scoffed good naturedly at this absurd notion, and then asked, "What
can we get you, then?"

He grinned, "A medium coffee - the usual kind - and a cinnamon raisin
bagel with cream cheese, please."

She rolled her eyes, smiled and shook her head while muttered something
in a language he didn't speak, and went to fill his order. The daughter
had gone into the back to do something or other, so he watched Maria's
slender yet curvy figure move beneath her tight T-shirt and jeans as she
poured his coffee and cut and cheesed his bagel. "Here you are Jack."

He paid, thanked Maria warmly, and sat at a nearby table. He grabbed a
paper and pretended to peruse it while surreptitiously reading Maria's
tote board. He saw that she was fairly open and casual about sex, had
quite a bit of experience, and her attraction to Jack was fairly decent.
Hmmm. *Jennifer?*

*Yes, dearest?*

Jack grinned. *I'm at the coffee shop, and thinking about having a
little fun. Can you read what's going on so I don't have to explain it
all?*

Tingle. *Okay, got it, naughty boy. What do you want to do?*

Jack knew he could just wish for Maria to have sex with him, but didn't
really want to be that heavy handed, even knowing he could make her
forget afterward, and make it like it never happened. He decided to try
to go at it from a different angle.

*Well, not to put too fine a point on it, I want to fool around with
Maria and her daughter. However, I don't want to just wish that they
have sex with me. Instead of adding an irresistible desire to have sex,
I think I'd like to try to remove some barriers and see if that's
enough. Maria's attraction to me looks like it might be possible.*

*Sounds interesting. Where would you like to begin?*

*Well, with privacy, I guess. Can I wish that we not be disturbed by any
customers...hmmm I hate for her to lose the possible income, though. How
about this; I wish that we not be disturbed by any customers until I
decide we are done, and that twice the usual income for the time taken
be deposited in the register, with no problems about how it got there.*

Tingle. *Done.*

*What, no problems about wishing up the money?*

*Not in this case, when you are wishing it for someone else, and in
order to clear the way to have sex with them.* Jack could hear the grin
in her voice.

"Great, it's _easy_ to wish _other_ people money," Jack grumbled quietly
to himself before continuing. *Okay. Now. What other barriers are
preventing Maria from having sex with me?*

*Well doing it in public, still. She doesn't know what you just did.*

*Oh! Right. She should know subconsciously that no one will interrupt or
see us.*

*Even the daughter?* Jennifer asked lecherously.

*Hmmm. We'll get back to that.*

*Okay. Done.*

*What's the next barrier?*

*Concerns about STDs and getting pregnant. She isn't on any birth
control.*

*Very well. She should know subconsciously that she will not catch
anything, or get pregnant. Beyond that, there will be no unpleasant or
undesired physical repercussions of any sort from our encounter. Oh, and
she should know that anything that might happen would stay absolutely
confidential. What else?*

*That's most of it. She has fewer moral qualms about casual sexual
encounters that most females around here, mostly due to cultural
differences in her home country. Plus, she's pretty horny, as you can
see from her board, due to the fact that she's been busy working their
various locations and hasn't taken much time for... leisure.*

*Okay. What about her daughter, after removing the same barriers?*

*Hmmm, Jennifer paused, a tougher nut to crack. She's in college, and
pretty much has her pick of the boys when and if she wants a fling. She
thinks you're pretty hot, with your new bod, but a little old.*

*Old?!*

*Sorry, Jack, it's just how girls her age think.*

*Humph. Old. We'll see about that, *Jack thought to himself. Then to
Jennifer, *Well, the daughter is exempt from the no spectator rule. She
can watch if she wants to.*

Jack looked around for Maria. With perfect timing, she was approaching
his table. He thought quickly, and made a silent wish. He turned his
knees out from under the table, as if to get up, just in time to bang
them into Maria's. She squeaked and fell into him, twisting to plop into
his lap. She laughed.

"I'm sorry, Maria!" Jack apologized.

She smiled at him. He was pleased to see that her arousal and interest
in him had risen higher with the removal of the barriers. "That's ok,
Jack, as long as you didn't do it on purpose," she mock scolded him with
a wagging finger.

"Oh, well, what if I did do it on purpose?"

"Well, then I might have to punish you."

"Oh?" A quick look at her board confirmed little interest in D/S or
spanking, "In what way?"

"Mmmm, I think I would make you give me a shoulder massage. I've been
moving cases of coffee beans all morning."

Well, in that case," Jack murmured, "I've been planning it for months."

"Ah," she twisted and re-plopped her ass on his crotch, "massage my
shoulders, please."

"Yes, ma'am."

Jack gave her an excellent shoulder massage (another skill gained along
the way from Genie's power) as they made pleasant conversation loaded
with double entendre and his now-hard shaft poked her in the butt. Jack
watched her tote board closely in order to keep the conversation as
titillating as possible while not pushing her too far. Was this
cheating? Hell yes. Did he care? Hell no.

She finally shrugged her shoulders. "Wow, Jack. All the stiffness is
gone! Thank you. Is there anything else I can get you?"

"You are quite welcome. "Um," Jack stalled for a second, then went for
broke, "I'd like a little more milk for my coffee, but I don't want you
to get up to get it."

She pondered this for a moment. "Well, there's only one way I could do
that sitting here, and I'm afraid those pretty much dried up when Jonn
was one. You would have a hard time getting anything out of them." She
paused, then whispered, a slight quiver to her breath, "But you are
welcome to try."

That was certainly all the green light Jack needed. Placing one hand on
her side, he used the other to gently move her shoulder-length dark
brown hair out of the way, exposing her neck. Bending to nuzzle and kiss
her skin softly, he placed his free hand on her other side, then slowly
moved both up toward her breasts. She bent her neck to expose it to his
lips, and moaned softly, then again when he gently cupped her orbs. He
lightly fondled, caressed and squeezed her breasts, paying extra
attention to her nipples as they perked up at his touch, while exploring
ever square inch of her neck and ear with lips and tongue.

She began murmuring in her native language, an incredibly erotic sound,
made even more so by his not understanding a word. It sounded extremely
hot, though, and Jack was sorely tempted to have Jennifer translate, but
then figured that the mystery was better. For all he knew she could be
saying, "Beige, I think I'll paint the ceiling beige," although from her
panting, turgid nipples, and musky smell, he doubted it.

At his gentle direction, she stood long enough to turn around and
straddle him. Their lips and tongues immediately sought each other, as
his hands returned to her chest. They were only there a few moments,
though, before she leaned back enough to shuck off her t-shirt and
unclasp her bra. Their kissing resumed, and Jacks fingers now played
over firm, bare flesh.

Some time later, Jack's lips left hers to travel a slow, meandering path
along her jaw line, down her neck, across a shoulder blade, then finally
to a nipple. There he gently tried to tease and cajole a few drops of
milk forth for his coffee. After quite awhile at this, accompanied by
moans and more erotic but un-translated utterances, he left that breast
to reconsider its selfishness, and tried the other.

After even greater efforts, and still having no luck, he was on his way
back to the first to see if it had changed its mind, when she suddenly
stood up. "But, I haven't gotten my milk yet!" he said with pretended
petulance.

"It is MY turn to milk something," she growled in barely understandable
English. Apparently it slipped when she was highly distracted. She
grabbed his waist band and hauled him upright with very little help from
him. She led him over to the carpeted 'conversation nook'. A quick,
silent wish had the carpet clean and more than normally padded, if no
less worn.

Stopping Jack in the middle of the nook, she dropped to her knees to
unbutton and unzip his shorts, then jerk them to his ankles. She gasped
softly at what was revealed; a long, thick cock, tailored just for her.
Jack noted that while it wasn't as long as Jennifer preferred - not a
surprise - it was just as thick. After a few seconds of thought, he
recalled that she had birthed two children, which probably explained it.

She grasped his shaft lovingly at its root and expertly inhaled as much
as she could. She was quite talented, and her aggressive sucking and
tonguing had his fuse burning quickly. She didn't go long, though,
before removing her lips and stroking his shaft from root to helmet with
a tight fist until she got what she was looking for; a drop of pre-cum.
She tongued it from his cock tip, and then said, "Now the real milking
can begin."

She lay on her back, bent her legs to put her feet on the floor, and
lifted her ass off the carpet in order to do that special dance women do
to wriggle out of tight jeans while lying down. Tossing them aside, she
revealed her body to him. Yes, there were a few stretch marks from
childbearing, but those were faint on her flat belly, and there was no
way two children had fed at those still-high, firm tits. Yes, there were
a few fine wrinkles here and there, but all in all, still a very
beautiful woman.

She basked in his admiring stare for a moment, and then beckoned to him.
It was obvious what she wanted, so he moved between her legs to align
his shaft with her opening and slowly push in. His thick shaft was a
perfect, snug fit, and she moaned loudly as he filled her completely.
Beginning a slow, pleasant rhythm, he had a thought. *Jennifer?*

*Jack!* She scolded, *you should be concentrating on her, not talking to
me! And besides, do you know how hard it is to shop with Susan when you
keep sending these images into my head?*

Jack was barely able to suppress a smile. *You better be careful, or you
are going to be trying to shop with a few of those invisible feathers
tickling your tits.*

His warning was greeted by silence, most likely as she weighed the
various pros and cons of this particular ultimatum. Jack continued
before she made her decision. *Can you give Maria control over my, um,
fucking, for lack of a better word? Have her unconsciousness or libido
or whatever control my speed, angle, position, etcetera, to give her the
greatest pleasure? And have me hold off to cum with her last orgasm?*

Tingle. *Done. What I want to know is, why didn't you think of that with
me?*

*I'm perfecting it on this test subject before subjecting you to the
finished product.*

Her mental laugh was just as lovely and arousing as the real one.
*Bullshit, but I'll hold you to that, anyway, Jack.*

Before returning his full attention to the task at hand, he silently,
secretly wished that the feathers attack... but only for thirty seconds.

His thrusting quickly picked up speed, until he was slamming into her
harder than he would have on his own. It was an interesting experience,
having his body fuck as if on autopilot, although he was briefly
concerned that he was going to hurt her. That didn't seem to be a
problem, though, as the harder he pounded into her, the louder her moans
became, until she screamed out in orgasm an few minutes later. His
thrusting immediately slowed, until he stilled, buried within her. He
stayed this way for a moment as she recovered, then quickly accelerated
again.

It became obvious that this was how she liked it; no fancy positions,
just hard and fast in the missionary. Finally, on the fourth round,
Jack's grunts and spurts joined her screams as they exploded together.
His sweaty body collapsed on hers for a moment, and he kissed her before
gently rolling off. They lay panting for awhile, until she finally had
the breath to say, in now improved but still deliciously accented
English, "That was incredible, Jack. It was if you knew exactly what I
wanted when I wanted it."

Jack grinned a cocky grin. "I aim to please."

Panting a moment more, Maria rose shakily to her feet to retrieve a
couple of damp dish towels from the kitchen for clean-up. Returning and
handing him a towel, she smiled as Jack used it on her instead of
himself. She returned the favor. It wasn't until then that he remembered
the daughter, and wondered what happened to her. *Recovered yet?*

*Barely. Baaaaad Master.*

*'S what you get. Now, what happened to the daughter?*

*Interesting. She watched the whole thing, pounding away at herself for
most of it, then fled to the upstairs apartment to finish the job once
you guys were done.*

*Uh, huh. Does she think I'm too old NOW?*

*Nope. I'd say that, after that performance, she'd jump on you in a
heartbeat. As a matter of fact, that's what she's fantasizing about
right now. Want to take her up on it?*

*Well, as much as I'd love to get my hands on that killer body, I think
I'll make her wait. But that brings up the question of how do we leave
this. Would either of them want to remember this after I'm gone?*

*For Maria, definitely. It wasn't much of a stretch at all for her to go
for you, and as far as I can tell, she will have no regrets once you go,
and will probably be quite willing for a repeat performance. The
daughter on the other hand, well, as open sexually as this family is
compared to most from this country, it's still a little gross to her to
think about her mom having sex, or at least it will be once she finishes
masturbating and cools off. *

*Well, can we blot out the memory of her mom, but leave her with the
hots for me? Maybe make it seem like a fantasy or a dream where it was
her with me instead of her mom? That can be a fantasy she continues to
have until I get around to making it a reality.*

*Yep, done.*

Jack and Maria had been dressing while Jack silently conversed with
Jennifer. That was now threatening to turn into an uncomfortable moment,
but Jack didn't let it. He hugged Maria, kissed her lightly on the
cheek, and said, "Thank you, that was a wonderful breakfast. I think I'm
going to need to start a new Frequent Coffee Cup card."

"I think I can do that. I'd give you a couple of extra punches, but that
would mean less return visits..."

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